I long to behold him arrayed

I long to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fixed his abode;
O, when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God?

With him I on Sion shall stand,—
For Jesus has spoken the word,—
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord.
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.

How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove;
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give,
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.